room

looking out the window

yellow lit basements

and skinny roots above their windows

became motives 

in his dreams

whenever he’d see the blue

lights flickering distant

he’d be transported to obsessive melodies

of belonging and of solitude

all of which he had heard

in his own reflection of others

However quiet she was 

the darkness of the stage

comforted her but she could 

not breathe or stay the same 

whenever they would ask her 

to speak 

they met at night in a white sheet covered bed 

warm

to be still together and alone

to be nothing except what they were